Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ All in the Band ❯ Chapter 1

All in the Band

Amataru Arcus

1x2 3x4x3 Rx1

Yaoi/Lemon

PG-13

Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I am lazy and have taken someone else’s creation and have formed my own story around them. Don’t sue me, I have no money!! I am a starving college student who is trying desperately to find a way to find time to continue my fan fic writing!!

Warnings: It is yaoi, gay, what ever you want to call it. It is also going to be explicit, but not in this part.

Authors Note: This takes place in modern day Earth, an AU in the AU of Gundam. Read, reply, respond, and Enjoy!!

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“So have you seen the new guy yet?” asked the braided boy sitting in a wooden chair backwards rocking back and forth impatiently.

“No, but Milliardo says he looks decent. A lot better then the last one…” the smaller blonde haired boy said sitting next to the braided boy at the same table.

To his left sat another young boy, but he was much taller then the two before and had short brown hair that hung in front of his face. And to his left sat an young Asian male with his black hair slicked back into a small pony tail. The two had been indulged in their card game, ‘War‘, to even care what the two where talking about.

“I hope he plays as good as Milliardo says he does… Man, we really need another guitar… It’s so hard just working with three instruments!” the braided one complained, resting his chin on the back of the chair.

“Have patience, Duo. We’ll find a replacement.”

“Quatre, we don’t *need* a replacement! What we need is someone who can play!” Duo yelled and jumped up from the table and started pacing.

“I’m sorry Duo… I didn’t mean to say we need Solo replaced… I meant…” Quatre said in his southing voice, calming Duo down instantly. With those puppy dog eyes who wouldn’t calm down?

“I know… I just-”

Duo was cut off as the door knob started to turn. They all stopped what they where doing and looked up to see a man with long pale blonde hair walk in and shut the door.

“Well? Where is he, Milliardo?” Duo became impatient again.

Milliardo reassured him, “He’s right out side. I just wanted to ask you guys to go easy on him. He’s very reserved. Don’t judge him by how he acts. It’s his talent that we need. We can adjust to his personality.”

“Show him in.” said Quatre.

Milliardo turned around and opened the door and peeked his head out, said something, then returned his head in the room. “Everybody, meet Heero Yuy.”

An adolescent boy with mussed up brown hair walked through the door. Duo agreed. He had been better looking then the last one that auditioned. He had tight biker shorts, a lose fitting tank top on, and strapped to his shoulder was his instrument, the acoustic guitar. “Hey Heero! I’m Duo!” he offered his hand to him but Heero just looked into his eyes. Something about Heero’s blue eyes sent a chill down Duo’s spin and he retracted his hand.

“Hi!! I’m Quatre!” he, too, offered his hand but Heero didn’t accept it.

“Wufei.”

“I’m Trowa.” the two where still trying to finish up the game.

“Hn.”

They thought they saw him bow his head, but it had been so subtle they couldn’t be sure. Milliardo was right again about his reserved attitude.

“Well, shall we get started then?” Milliardo could tell the band members where already judging him by his personality and he wanted to show them the good quality of the boy before they complete disregarded him. “Duo, did you come up with something specific for him to play?”

“Yeah,” Duo approached the table again and picked up the paper he had scribbled some notes on. “Here,” and he handed Heero the paper.

“This is chicken scratch.” Heero had said simply, as he looked at the paper full of incomplete erase marks and soda stains.

“What-”

“Do you have a better copy Duo?” Milliardo knowing how particular Duo felt about his music. He tried to calm him down before he exploded.

“No… But I can make one in two seconds.” he took back the staff paper and went to the table and started copying it on another piece.

“Well, I guess while Duo is doing that we can conduct the interview.” Quatre shrugged.

“What ever.”

Wufei raised an eyebrow, “Don’t you care? Because if you don’t care we don’t care to have you in the band.”

“Wufei…” Quatre warned. “What he means is, would you be dedicated to this band. It’s a lot of hard work and very stressful. We just want to know if you know what you are jumping into.”

“Yeah, I know. I would be dedicated.”

“Okay good. Do you smoke?”

“Cigarettes.”

Duo gagged silently.

“Do you do drugs?”

“No.”

“If you had tons of fan mail and tons of work to catch up on, what would you put first?”

“Work.”

“Why?”

“The fans want music, not letters.”

“The fans want contact.” Duo muttered.

“If you had a stalker, what would you do.”

“Ignore them.”

“I’m done,” Duo stood up and threw the paper like a Frisbee to Heero who caught it with ease.

He looked at it for a second then tossed it back to Duo who hadn’t been expecting it and it hit him in the nose. “Iteyo!” he held his nose. “You gave me a paper cut!!”

“Well, you should have been paying attention.” Heero spun his guitar around his body and pulled a pick from his pocket.

“You didn’t have to throw it back at me…” he rubbed his nose and looked at it crossing his eyes to see if it was bleeding, and it wasn’t. “You *do* need to rea-”

Heero began playing flawlessly. Every note that was on the paper was memorized in his mind and translated to his fingers and he picked and struck amazingly. The room was full of treble and all where in shock. The four boys forgot what he acted like. They found the missing link.

“Congratulations, Heero. You are now part of ‘Wing’.” Milliardo placed a hand on Heero’s shoulder after he stopped playing.

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“Oiy, Quatre!” Duo called into the small apartment bedroom that Quatre and Trowa shared. “Do you have the next song done yet?” No answer. “Quatre?” Duo walked over to the door and started to turn the bedroom door knob when he heard a lot of shuffling and something fell to the floor. “You in there Quatre??” he peeped in to see Trowa sitting at the foot of the bunk beds looking like he was studying the carpeting and Quatre was on the top bunk with his shirt buttoned lopsided. “Ugh… You guys know the rules. Work before pleasure.”

“Duo, what m-makes you think we where doing anything?” Quatre stuttered.

“Well, for one thing, you got a hickey on your neck.”

Quatre blushed and covered up his neck with his hand. “Sorry… It’s just-”

“Look, we’ll talk about it latter, do you have the song done yet? Or was Trowa helping you finish it?” Duo smirked.

“Y-Yeah… It’s almost done.” he unbuttoned his shirt and fixed it.

Duo walked in the room and Trowa stood up and left knowing the two where about to get into a long discussion about symbolism and the importance of rhyme and rhythm.

“So…” Duo took the note book from Quatre’s lap and started reading it. “’Complicated‘, huh.” he read it again. “There’s something missing… ‘It’s so complicated, so frustrating, I wanna hold close, I wanna push you away, I wanna make you go, I wanna make you stay.’ That’s good. I like how you kept the words similar and the rythmatic structure. But…It needs another stanza…” Duo read it over again.

“Yeah, that’s what Trowa said.”

“Hah! No wonder he jumped your bones! You let him read this? It’s all about how you feel for him and how you are afraid to tell him! ‘We use to hug, we use to laugh, the way that old friends do, but now a smile and a touch of your hand just makes me come unglued.’ I can’t believe you let him read this!” Duo laughed.

“I didn’t. I was writing and he just took it from me. I was so nervous!! I would have never let him read it…” Quatre turned red.

“Yeah, but you wrote it for us to sing, right. He would have read it sooner or later.”

“Well… I wasn’t actually going to give it to you to arrange… It was this one…”

He took back his note book and flipped through a few pages then handed it back to Duo.

“’I’ll be your friend’,” Duo read it. “Quatre… this is depressing…”

“I know but it’s deep.”

“Well… I’m going for Complicated,” Duo turned back to the page it was on and ripped it out.

“No, Duo, please? I don’t want everyone to know.”

“Quatre… no one really pays attention to who writes it. It’s me there going to think wrote it because I’m singing the words.”

“I know but… The guys know I write the songs…”

“Ah, we already knew how you felt about Trowa. Now its Trowa we didn’t know about.”

Quatre smiled, “I was expecting Trowa to hand it back and walk out… Not to handed it back and kiss me…”

“Aww… Tell me the details! What did he do when he took off your shirt??”

“Well, after he kissed me he pulled away, but I pulled him back and we just went from there. I don’t know how my shirt came off or his pants-”

“His pants where off??!! Man! You got to watch out for those quiet guys!”

“Yeah… I was surprised…”

“Sorry I walked in on you too! I’ll leave so you can go back to where you left off! See ya!” Duo waved the paper and walked out the door. When he started to walk down the small hall way he spotted Trowa sipping at his coffee. “Hey, Trowa, Quatre is in there waiting for you.” he winked at Trowa. “Just watch your selves, it could get complicated.”

Trowa coughed, “Okay, Duo. Also, get your room cleaned up. Heero is moving in later today.”

“Man… Not only do I have to deal with Wu-man’s temper, I have to deal with Heero’s coldness…”

“Well, you two do have the biggest room.”

“And we wouldn’t want to disturb you,” he winked then walked into the kitchen. When he looked into the refrigerator he realized they didn’t have anything good to eat. “Wu-man! It’s your turn to go grocery shopping!!” he waited for Wufei to argue but he didn’t hear anything. “Wufei?”

“He went grocery shopping a few minutes ago,” Trowa informed him still sitting in the dinning room area of the living room.

“Ah… Damn… I wanted to order him around today…” he reached for a soda (pop, coke, bubbly, depends on where your from) then went into the music room. The band rented out a small three bedroom apartment when they weren’t on the road. Trowa and Quatre shared the small room, and Wufei and Duo had the medium sized one, and the master bed room stored all their musical instruments. It was hard when they first moved in, their neighbors always complained about the noise so they all had to make an agreement not to play before 9 in the morning or after 5 in the afternoon. Luckily no one around them had children and everyone worked. So, Duo looked at his watch and realized he had about a half hour to get started on the composition to the new song.

When he walked into the room he again told him self he should take that one poster of the band that was hanging on the wall. It was made right before Solo had left them-

“Okay! Time to work!” Duo disregarded his thoughts and sat down at the keyboard and grabbed his staff paper and pencil and started working.

Duo had been so deep into his work he didn’t realize that he had been working for an hour and a half till he felt the floor beneath his feet vibrate from an object from below being banged. “Ack!!” he looked at his watch. “Sorry!!” he called below then turned off the keyboard and studied the pieces of papers. “Well… I think I got enough done to show Wufei…” he shut off the light and shut the door and headed down the small hallway. “Wufei back yet?”

Trowa was still sitting at the dinning room table with a cup of coffee. “I think so…” he was off in his own world.

“You okay?” Duo spun a chair around and joined him at the table.

“Yeah.” Trowa sipped at the mug.

“You sure? How many times will you drink from that mug till you realize it’s empty?”

Trowa looked down at the contents of the mug in his hands and sure enough it was empty. “Oh,” he stood up and walked to the coffee maker and poured him self some more.

“You’re not going to be able to sleep tonight if you drink all of that. Or is that the plan??” Duo grinned.

“Duo, could you please stop with the jokes…”

“Sorry,” he looked down at the table and continued. “So, how are you really? You do have something on your mind. What’s up?”

Trowa took his seat again and looked at Duo. “Does Quatre confide in you?”

“Well, yeah. Why?”

“Does he like me?”

“What? Yeah! What do you think that poem was about?”

“Well… After I-kissed him, he pulled me close to him and…”

“Don’t worry Trowa, I know the details.” Duo smiled reassuringly.

Trowa blushed, “You do?”

“Well, I guess not all of the details. I don’t know enough for you to be ashamed.”

“Ah…”

“So…”

&# 8220;What?”

“I dunno? What’s your problem?”

“I guess… nothing… He does like me?”

“Yes!” Duo was becoming frustrated at him for being so blind. “He’s liked you for a long time, man.”

“Oh…”

Duo studied him, “So why are you still sitting here?”

“…” (Ama- Sorry Lena ^_^)

“Thought so. Well, I have to find Wufei!” he got up from the table and walked around the corner to see if Wufei was in it. Which he wasn’t. “Damn it… When I want to see Wufei I can’t… But when I don’t wanna see him, I do-”

*Ding Dong*

“That’s probably Heero, Duo answer the door.” Trowa said as he finally stood up from the table and went to his room.

“Fine-fine,” he hopped over the couch and opened the door. “Hey! Heero, and Wufei! There you are!”

“Where else would I be?” Wufei entered the door with a large box in his hand followed by Heero who had two boxes in his hands.

“Well, Trowa said you went grocery shopping.”

“No, I told him I went to get Heero’s stuff. Milliardo was going to do it but he had to sit for his little sister so he called me to help.” he placed the box near the hall way entrance and wiped his brow.

“Oh… You know it’s your turn to go grocery shopping.”

“Don’t hound me Duo! I was driving all day, loading boxes, driving some more, and walking up four flights of stairs!! You go shopping if you want food so bad!!”

“Geez, fine I will. You need something to settle your self down.” Duo looked at Heero who didn’t have a single emotion on his face. “So, this is your new home. You’ll get use to our arguments after a day, or you’ll get tired of them. Either way, this is normal. That’s your room-” he pointed to the first door on the left, “You’ll be sharing it with Wufei and I. The room across from us is Trowa and Quatre’s. I suggest knocking on their door from now on.” The former sentence mainly going to Wufei.

“Wufei told me all this.”

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to bore you,” he shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I’m going to the store before it closes. Make your self at home!” He winked at the two and grabbed his keys and walked out the door.

“Don’t mind Maxwell. He’s like this with everyone.”

“Oh,” Heero stared at the door that he exited from.

Wufei was taken aback. That was the first word he had said to him the whole day. “Let me show you your room.” He picked up the box and walked down the hall followed by Heero who had his boxes in his hands. “Damn it Maxwell!” he said as he opened the door and found all of Duo’s cloths still on the floor. “I told him to clean his mess!” Wufei kicked his clothes over onto the bottom bunk and set the box down in a clear spot on the floor. “Sorry about he mess. He’s a pack rat.” Wufei picked up pieces of papers, books, and CD’s off of the floor and tossed them on Duo’s bed. “I usually sleep on the top, Duo usually sleeps on the bottom, and until we get another bed you can sleep in either one of them. We’re going to rotate. Tonight, after Duo takes care of his stuff, you can have his bed. The next night we’ll switch.”

“Where will Duo sleep?”

“On the floor or on the living room couch. No concern of mine as long as he isn’t sleeping with me.” Wufei started for the door. “We had better get all of your stuff before it gets dark.”

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Heero had to unpack his things alone. He didn’t mind. He wanted to be alone. Why he agreed to live with the band he wasn’t quite sure. He could tell he wasn’t going to get along with everyone, and living with them and their habits would be even harder then just to work with them. He guessed he said yes because he wanted to see those eyes everyday. He had never seen eyes like that. They where purple, he would bet they where contacts, and they didn’t seem to have a limit to how deep they could go. Heero had been drawn into his eyes. When he played his music, he had played like he never had before, he had played it for him. For Duo. It was his music and he didn’t want to disgrace it by only using half a heart.

Heero shoved his clothes into the small Rubbermaid® roll away bin and then placed it in the closet. Wufei had cleared a space for him there too, throwing Duo’s stuff on his bed. “Poor, Duo…” Wufei treated him like shit, but then again, the way Duo had been treating him he seemed to deserve it.

Fifteen minutes later he had fully unpacked his stuff. After he broke down the cardboard boxes he walked out of the small room and went down the hall.

“Hi Heero!” Quatre greeted him.

“Where’s the trash can?” he asked him holding up the broken boxes.

“Oh, in the kitchen. Here I’ll show you!” he got up from sitting next to Trowa on the couch and walked into the kitchen motioning Heero to follow after. “It’s under this cabinet,” he took the boxes from him and placed them next to the trashcan. “I’ll show you around while we’re in here. The cabinet above the sink is for glasses, mugs, and Tupperware. The one to the left is for bowls and plates. To the right is pots and pans. The drawer to the right of the sink is silverware and to the right is junk. The cabinets under the sink are for cleaning chemicals, and to the right is a small grill, and to the left is what ever is left over. I guess we’ll go over the chores when Duo returns from the store. Then we can eat.” he walked out of the kitchen leaving Heero alone. He grabbed a cup from the cabinet and got him self a glass of water and walked back to his room.

Once there he sat at the small desk and looked out the window and onto the brick wall next door. “Sigh…” he reached into his backpack and took out his laptop and started to type.

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*Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!*

“Hold on Duo!!” Quatre ran to the door and opened it to find Duo with close to fourteen plastic bags in his arms. “Why didn’t you just come up to tell us to help you?”

“Guess who’s on her way up the stairs!” Duo barged in knocking Quatre down and ran to the kitchen, set the grocery’s down then ran back to the door shut it and locked it.

“Is Milliardo with her?” knowing from the frightened look in his eyes who it was.

“I don’t know, but I saw her and a few of her friends on her way in. I snuck up the back way… I hope she didn’t see me…” Duo tried to catch his breath.

“Duo, it’s just Relena-” Wufei started but Duo cut him off.

“Just Relena? Just Relena?! Man, have you lost your mind?! She’s obsessed with us! She’s so annoying!!”

“She’s a fan Duo-”

“And the sister of our manager!! We’re not here! Turn out the lights!!” Duo ran to the light switches but Wufei stopped him.

“Duo, shut up and sit down.”

*Ding Dong*

“We have a guest.”

“Who is it?” Quatre asked.

“Well then I’m going to be in my room hiding!” Duo whispered as he ran into his room.

“It’s Relena Peacecraft.”

Quatre opened the door and Relena smiled brightly and barged in followed by three of her friends.

“So where’s the new guy?? I want to meet him!!”

“He’s in his room. He’s shy,” Quatre informed her.

“Aww, we’ll get him out of his shell, tell him to come out. I know! Which room is he in? I’ll get him.”

“Ugh-”

“Duo’s room,” Wufei informed Relena without hesitation and smiled inside.

“Oh, poor guy!” Relena walked to the room along with her followers.

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The door slammed behind Heero and he jumped a mile.

“Oh, yeah, you’re in here. Sorry!” Duo apologized when he saw Heero sitting at the desk. “Didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“Hn…” he turned back around to his computer.

“Hey! You got a lap top! Cool!” he approached Heero and looked over his shoulder to see what kind it was but Heero snapped it shut. “Sorry… I think we started off on the wrong foot. Let’s start over. I’m Duo, I’ll be your room mate and co-worker till either your contract runs out or we all die.” he smiled then re-offered his hand.

Heero was about to accept the shake when someone came barging into the room.

“Ah, Relena! Hi, how are you today?” Duo put on a false smile. ‘Damn it… who told her where I was…’

“Hi Duo, I just came in to see the new guy. Oh there you are! Hi!!” Relena shoved Duo aside to see Heero. “Oh wow you are cute! You’ll fit right into the band!! What do you play?”

“He plays the guitar, Relena. He was working on something important and he wants us all to leave. Come join us when your done, ‘kay pal?” Duo winked as he grabbed Relena, who protest, and lead her out the door.

“Bye Relena,” Heero said just as the door shut.

“Wow… He usually doesn’t talk to people till you make ‘em.” Duo said still pulling her down the hall way.

“Really?! Wow…” she sighed. “I think we should celebrate! Put him in a better mood! All work and no play…” she said to everyone as they reached the end of the hall way.

“We have some busi-” Quatre started but Relena cut him off.

“Oh, pish-posh! Common’ Quatre! Loosen up a little! We can all have dates! I’ll go with Heero, Quatre you go with Debbie, Trowa you go with Sandy, Wufie-”

“Wufei-” he corrected her.

“-Will go with Jessica!”

‘Yes!! I don’t have anyone-’ Duo started to celebrate in his head but Relena burst his bubble.

“And we can invite Hilde!! You two do get along so well!”

“Wufei and I had some arranging we had to do-”

“Ah! Common! What’s one night with out doing your work?”

‘A night with you…’ Duo answered.

“Now then! You all get ready, me and the girls are already ready, and tell Heero the news! We’ll be waiting in the limo!!” Relena said completely thinking everything was going good and everyone was happy. She waved goodbye and gathered her troop and went out the door.

“How does she do that?”

Quatre laughed.

“No really! How does she do that??” Duo questioned frantically. “I want that kinda power to make people do as I say.”

“Get your ’big brother’ to own a band,” Wufei was enjoying the idea as much as Duo was. “Damn that stupid girl… I don’t want to go to a fucking restaurant!”

“Well neither do we…” Duo pondered.

Everyone began to panic, Duo had that look in his eyes, his wheels where turning. The last time he had done this they ended up in a country bar singing hard core metal covers.

“I got it! Why don’t we say-”

“No!!” everyone said at once not waiting to hear Duo’s plan.

“Fine then! It was a good idea too… Now I guess we’ll have to go to dinner with the girls…”

“Well at least you like Hilde,” Trowa pointed out.

“Ugh… Well… She’s a nice woman and all… but it’s… a bit uncomfortable… She‘s an ex-girlfriend…” Duo shuttered.

“Yeah so, she can get you, and us, good gigs. Doesn‘t her dad own a few clubs?”

“Yeah but remember what happened at the Country Club she sent us to?”

“That was *her*??” Quatre squeaked.

“Well who else would have been that stup…id… You guys thought I did that didn’t you!!” Duo narrowed his eyes. “I’ll show you stupid!!” and he went into a fit of laughter and headed to his room to get ready.

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